Good For Her

fish had a recent post about "The Man Who Could Save Wall Street," the CEO of J.P. Morgan, who earned $19,000,000 in 2008, down from $34,000,000 in 2007 and $41,000,000 in 2006. It was a nice story.

I was reading the paper online tonight.

"What the hell?" I shouted.

"Be quiet," my kids yelled from downstairs.

"Woman, come here," I demanded.

"I beg your pardon," said the Lovely Bride from upstairs.

"Come here, my precious," I said.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"Just come here."

She did. I pointed at the computer screen.

"Is that Martha?" she asked.

"Yes it is," I said.

"Good for her," she said. "Boys, come here!"

"What?" my kids shrieked.

"Just come here!"

They did.

"Look," I said, pointing at the screen again.

"Who's that?" they asked.

"Martha," I said. "She was over for dinner a couple months ago."

"She was cool," one of them said.

"She's more than cool," I said. "She's a rock star."

I talked with my mother later tonight.

"Hey, did you see that story about the teacher?" I asked.

"The one who got the Milken award?," said my mother. "What a wonderful story. What a wonderful woman."

"She's a friend of mine."

"Really?"

"Yeah. One of the nicest people in the world."

"How do you know her?"

"We used to work together."

"Why did she become a teacher?"

"It was in the paper."

"I feel like it's really hard to reach kids sometimes, but when you do, there's no feeling in the world like that,"she said. "I feel a little guilty sometimes because I get so much out of it. Hopefully the kids do, too."

"There is a prize that comes with that, isn't there?" asked my mother.

"Yes. $25,000."

"Good for her," said my mother.

"Good for her," I agreed.